So, yes, I’m still writing and looking into the path God wants me to take with the poetry book…I’ll keep you updated. Anyways, below is the short-version of the vision Lauren has had our entire Race about our Squad and so I wrote a poem out of what she sent me…
RISE UP BROTHERS AND SISTERS and STAND UNIFIED!!!! WOOOOT!! WOOOOOT!!! Love you all!! 😀 (on a side note, I’m working on putting everyone’s numbers in my phone…yes I know I’m ridiculous! lol oh and my phone service is back on if you don’t know yet). Peace!!
Oh and we still need Lauren’s info……just sayin’. 😛
Lauren’s vision of S-Squad:
so basically the vision had y’all all lined up. and i was always waiting for the charge into battle. and it never happened. i thought after month 8 it would. or as you entered india. but it never did. and then i realized that its the end that will be the beginning for y’all. this year has been uniting you all as an army, building up that energy and spiritual adrenaline you’ll need to fight the war in whatever’s next. so as the buzz and intensity increased in my vision, i think it was increasing as the Lord shed stuff off of you, put on new armor, equppied you with new weapons, and began revealing to you that really its all already won. that the enemy on the other side is already defeated so the fear and any hesitiation just trickled away. until there was just this readiness and amped-up-ness for raging the battle.
The Army Rises
Sixty-one men and women of God line up,
Line up in the fields and lilies,
As strangers and unsure how to survive,
Even amongst the free-roam fillies;
To await the signal to charge into battle,
But not a single trumpet took the air
Not within month eight, nor as they took India,
A moment’s notice and we lose the affair.
Never a time for the trumpet to blare,
Not a single note fell from the composer’s sheet,
Yet not without hope did these towers stand in line
As they knew they could never retreat.
So, they wait, they wait for the call,
They wait because they must,
For a year trods by and they become one–
One body, one love, one trust.
Yes, sixty-one men and women of God,
Go through a year of unprecedent community
To learn and live alongside one another
And become an army of unparalleled unity.
Energy, spiritual adrenaline take wing
For the battles that draw near,
While the buzz and intensity of the vision increases
As the King sheds dragonscales through the year–
New armor, new weapons, upgrade revelations all around–
Take the cake within a level sphere,
For the King tells His warriors,
“Tetelestai, already done, not a veneer.
The enemy already in submission,
So never fear dear gallant ones,
Let thy hesitation trickle to the sea.”
Now, they stand ready–silent strength shuns
The masks and costumes of ages past
No more camouflage, no more disguises,
As the finish line morphs to start
And God’s newest army rises!
